Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Ivy knew that movies often drew inspiration from real life, and the existence of human traffickers-those despicable monsters-was an undeniable reality.

In simpoverished areas, where legal awareness was weak, people believed that once someone was bought, they belonged to the buyer. In certain remote villages, most women were purchased. The villagers monitored one another, ensuring compliance.

When a girl was first sold, she would be locked inside the house until she becpregnant. Her sole purpose was to satisfy the man's desires and bear his children. In these places, human rights didn't exist. The men kept the women tightly secured, and only after childbirth might the restrictions ease slightly.

Swomen, after having children, gave up thoughts of escape. They stayed, if only for their children. In the mountains, where sons were valued far more than daughters, a woman who gave birth to a boy might be treated better. But if she had a girl, she'd receive a brutal beating.

Their bodies barely had tto recover before the cycle of pregnancy began again. The men decided when and how they would give birth.

If anyone tried to escape and was caught, they'd be beaten mercilessly. The entire village would join forces to capture the runaway. Even if someone managed to flee, these mountain villages were located deep in the wilderness, far from any roads or transportation. A young woman, relying solely on foot, couldn't make it far. Besides, the girls sold into these situations often cfrom cities. Raised in comfort, they had no survival skills to withstand the harshness of the wild. Once sold, the chances of escape were slim. Their lives were effectively destroyed.

Ivy's heart pounded. She wished she was wrong, but the men's conversation confirmed the grim reality.

At that moment, she couldn't help but think of Frank-the man who had protected her on the ship. Even though she had been on a pirate ship then, she had survived unscathed.

But now, Ivy knew there was no one to save her. If she wanted to get out alive, she would have to rely on herself.

She understood what the two men intended to do next, and she knew she had to act first. If she waited for their animalistic urges to take over, it would be too late.

Feigning consciousness, Ivy sat up and spoke timidly, "Gentlemen, um... could we stop the car for a moment? I... I need to use the restroom." She blushed as she spoke, pretending to be shy.

The two men, already harboring ill intentions, were quick to agree. Stopping the car wasn't an issue-and if she was asking for it herself, all the better.

"Sure, miss. Just a moment." They pulled the car over to the side of the road.

"Um... do you have any tissues?" Ivy asked hesitantly.

Hale handed her a tissue, taking the opportunity to touch her hand. Ivy felt a wave of disgust but kept her composure, pretending nothing had happened.

Glancing outside, she murmured, "It's so dark out there... I'm a little scared." "Wantto cwith you?" one of the men offered, his tone laced with malice.

"No, no! That's not necessary," Ivy stammered. "Could I... borrow your phone? My phone was stolen by a pickpocket, and I haven't had the chance to replace it. I just want to use the flashlight." The request seemed harmless. After all, where could a delicate woman like her possibly run to in the middle of nowhere? "Here, use mine," the man said, even turning on the flashlight for her.

"Thank you! You're so kind," Ivy said, forcing a grateful smile.

"It's nothing," he replied with a laugh.

Opening the car door, Ivy hesitated, her voice trembling. "It's so dark..." The more frightened she appeared, the less suspicious they would become.

"Miss, if you're scared, I can cwith you. I promise I won't look," one of the men teased.

"No, no! That would be too embarrassing. I'll be fine on my own," Ivy replied, swallowing nervously as she peeked outside before pulling back.

"Are there snakes out there? I'm afraid one might bite me..." The men laughed. "No snakes. Don't worry." "Alright... but don't cover, okay?" Ivy said, holding the tissue in one hand and the phone in the other as she stepped out of the car.

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Ivy wandered through the grass, pretending to look for a spot. The men watched her from the car.

"Miss, if you're not going, just get back in the car," one of them said impatiently.

"No, no! My stomach hurts-I can't hold it in anymore!" "Well, hurry up then. What are you waiting for?" "I'm not used to doing this outside... I'm just trying to find the right spot," Ivy replied nervously.

"You city folks sure are something," Hale scoffed, lighting a cigarette. "Even taking a dump has to be a production. It's the wilderness-just pick a spot, they're all the same." "I... I found a spot. Don't cover!" Ivy called out. She had been scouting the area, searching for an escape route. Running down the open road would be impossible- they'd catch her in no time. But if she missed this chance, she'd have no escape at all. "Don't worry, we don't have that kind of fetish," one of the men joked. Ivy chose a steep slope nearby. The terrain was treacherous, but it was her only hope. Using the phone's flashlight, she carefully made her way into the bushes, pretending to unbutton her pants and squat down.

"Ugh... Sorry, gentlemen, but you might have to wait a little longer. I... I think I'm constipated," she said, feigning difficulty.

The two men, vile as they were, didn't think much of it. They certainly weren't about to approach her now.

"No problem. We'll wait," one of them said, heading off to relieve himself.

As soon as they turned away, Ivy quietly slid down the slope, disappearing into the brush. She had never moved so quickly in her life. The slope was dangerously steep, but she pushed forward, adrenaline propelling her.

Fortunately, the moonlight was bright, allowing her to see the path ahead. She had tossed the phone into the grass, and the men, seeing the light, didn't suspect anything at first. After ten minutes, the men began to grow impatient.

"Miss, are you done yet?"

"This woman is so troublesome. Even going to the bathroom takes forever," ope grumbled. "Exactly," the other agreed.

When Ivy didn't respond, they started to realize something was wrong. Her earlier act had been so convincing that they hadn't suspected a thing.

"She didn't pass out, did she?" "Impossible. I didn't use much of the drug-she should've woken up fine." "Let's go check." The men rushed to where the flashlight lay in the grass.

"Miss, we're coming over!" Silence greeted them. They reached the spot and found the phone lying on the ground, but no one was there.

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